The day after the match, Klopp gave the players their usual day off, but Chen Anno was still training on his own.
It was lunchtime, and he was having lunch in the cafeteria.
It had to be said that German grilled sausages were genuinely delicious—richly meaty, tender, and juicy.
As he ate and scrolled through his phone, the sports section was almost entirely filled with news from yesterday's matchday.
All three rounds of the Bundesliga had now concluded, and four teams had won all three matches.
They were Borussia Dortmund, Bayern Munich, Bayer Leverkusen, and Mainz.
Borussia Dortmund sat at the top of the table with a goal difference of twelve, with Bayern close behind.
But the league had only just begun, and the standings could change with every round. If Borussia Dortmund wanted to hold onto first place, they would still have to withstand the test of stronger opponents.
As he scrolled, Chen Anno suddenly thought of Neymar.
Given that guy's personality, Chen Anno had performed so well in his last two matches—he should have messaged him by now.
"La Liga should have started too, right? Is training that busy?"
Chen Anno searched it up on his phone. La Liga had started a little later than the Bundesliga, but it had still kicked off last week.
Tap tap tap... tap tap tap...
His two thumbs danced across the screen as Chen Anno sent Neymar a message.
[Anno: Have you been busy lately?]
Ding dong... The reply came instantly.
[Neymar: So you finally decided to contact me first for once. Are you here to show off your results? Super Anno!]
Seeing Neymar's message, Chen Anno raised an eyebrow and couldn't help laughing. Judging from that tone, why did it feel so full of resentment?
[Anno: I was planning to show